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My Heart It Grieves
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My love I'd leave beneath
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a rock -piled mound
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The desert round me,
wrapped in gloom
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The sickness here is found
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It is the spot to try men's soul
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This cursed wilderness
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But I did cry, an d westward to lie
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Fair Oregon heard my plea
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In the spring of 47 at the rendezvous
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We jumped off from Westport town
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To traverse the prairie's
vast expanse
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And graceful swells toward the
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We were westward bound
Backwoodsmen with their families,
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Down this emigrant's road we fared
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Our axle -tree was spared
At the blue we swam our cattle
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Then our wagon boxes floated round
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It was feared some dreadful
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But darker clouds would soon abound
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For the lightning flashed,
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and despondency ran high.
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There was soon dissension
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all within our humble ranks
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As we kept a watchful eye
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On his skiff the bourgeois
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floated down from Laramie
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With his snake -eyed band in tow
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And all his row of the buffalo
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he took our finest horses
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And the wolves drove off some mule
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Plagued by sand flies and mosquitos
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and the scorching sun,
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we used Boudevage for fuel.
With our captain as a guide,
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Grand excitement filled us now.
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Many thousands of those prairie beasts
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I pursued a frightened cow
Then the vomit did spew,
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From its mouth the blood did pour
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A Dakota brave then showed me
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we'd be going back for more.
This Dakota brave, he called me
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asked me to his camp in friendship wear.
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I shared with him tobacco an
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song shah -shah.
This Oglala camp was
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Hides and lodge poles, smoke and fog,
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While in morning squaws were wailing,
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Others offered me white dog.
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When we finally reached South Pass
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We did dance till sunrise there
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Old Van Johnson played the finest
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Sally Stack said the final prayer
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But for man, such grave misfortune comes
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And quickly, and without a thought or care
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As down along the snake we
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But our God then heard our prayer
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My heart it grieved, my love I'd leave
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Be neath a rock -piled mound
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The desert round me, wrapped in gloom,
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The sickness here is found.
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It is the spot to tribe and souls,
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This cursed wilderness.
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But I did cry, and westward ply,
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Fair Oregon, heard my plea.
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